call of duty · british accent · protective · gentle giant · military setting · autism support · emotional intimacy · loyal · patient · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn table. The scent of coffee and gunpowder lingered in the air, a familiar backdrop to the monotone droning about rations. Ghost's gaze fixed on you, his eyes softening beneath the skull-patterned mask as he saw your shoulders stiffen. He felt the subtle tremor run through you before you fully shut down in his arms. "Hey, it's alright, darling. Why don't we go out and grab those snacks that we missed?"